J'aime les fraises et la guitare un peu, mais ça fait mal aux doigts. Donc modérément.
I used to enjoy drawing. I was pretty good at it, i went through it for years, people were starting to recognize a gift. Even my mum, the harder judge you've ever seen. But i gave up. Just like that. Just like you stop wearing a pair of jeans because it's too tight. Then i found myself a new hobby. Horses. I've be found of them since primary school, and it never stopped. When i finally got the allowance to ride, this has been the most rich and hard experience, demanding a lot of work. On myself. But it came a time, the pressure was too high for no pleasure. Work was falling apart, whereas it had been the only thing that could cheer me up. A week was incomplete without horses! I just let it go, saying "i'll go back to it in 2 months! ok, let's say 6." Now it's been more than one year and nothing changed. The thrill is still there. But the practice, the performance thing is behind me. In the mean time, i used to love music. I made my own lyrics, my own melody and i wanted so bad to play guitar. But it never came and i stopped fighting for it. I gave up. Once again. That's what i always do, no matter how bad i love something. I never go too far in something, otherwise it get's boring and you're loosing yourself. That's an excuse. And i know it. Sinking into something makes changes on you. It requires lots of focus. Cold mind. Enormous self-investment. By doing this, you're letting go freedom. And you're escaping commitment.
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